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You float like a feather
There certainly were places worth living, but Skoll seemed not to believe in a perfect place. Colibri did not either. Once upon a time she did, but life had smacked her in the face and opened her eyes. They could talk about nirvana and heaven, but those were such abstract words, and putting a gun to her head and pull the trigger was simply not Colibri’s style. Death would come to them all at the last point of their miserable lives, and there still were some occasional positive effects that could be witnesses regularly. What was bugging her was that at a point she had held everything she could want in her hands, but she had thrown it away. Why? Of course, not literary thrown away, but it had shattered in small pieces of glass, and her family and loved ones had scattered off in different directions, leaving her behind with wounded paws cut open with the remaining pieces.
She nodded vaguely as Skoll spoke of destiny. Was it her destiny to keep on building a life then see it break down by different reasons? It did not seem right. Of course, it was mostly her own fault, not being there for them in the end, but. She had not been with another male since Lisichka. Why? Because she was frightened, frightened of everything. Herself, the world, everything. It did sound quite like paranoia, but she saw herself as honest in her opinion of the world. She had given up her optimistic view and replaced it with a rather realistic slash pessimistic one. It could always change, and the grass could actually be greener on the other side of the fence this time.
Colibri was grateful for Skoll actually taking up her insinuation rather so quickly, and nodded as he asked if it was a home she was seeking. Yes, she supposed it was. She had chosen Storm before Jaded Shadows because she had not immediately recognized any wolves’ scents from the past. She wanted to take the whole reappearance with ease instead of being mentally raped by all questions that follows when people disappeared for a couple of years, then came back. ”You certainly can read between lines, Skoll. I would be grateful.”
In a beautiful world
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